Manent Medina, Baltazar, Cardinall.

Bal.  Sirra, you Salsa-Perilla Rascall, Toads-guts, you whorson pockey French Spawne of a bursten-bellyed Spyder, doe you heare, Monsire?

Med.  Why doe you barke and snap at my Narcissus as if I were de Frenshe doag?

Bal.  You Curre of Cerberus litter, (strikes him), you’ll poyson the honest Lady? doe but once toot[212] into her chamber-pot and I’ll make thee looke worse then a witch does upon a close-stoole.

Car.  You shall not dare to touch him, stood he here Single before thee.

Bal.  I’le cut the Rat into Anchovies.

Car.  I’le make thee kisse his hand, imbrace him, love him,
And call him—­
                  (Medina discovers)

Bal.  The perfection of all Spanyards; Mars in little; the best booke of the art of Warre printed in these Times:  as a French Doctor I woo’d have given you pellets for pills, but as my noblest Lord rip my heart out in your service.

Med.  Thou art the truest Clocke
That e’re to time paidst tribute, honest Souldier. 
I lost mine owne shape and put on a French
Onely to try thy truth and the kings falshood,
Both which I find.  Now this great Spanish volume
Is open’d to me, I read him o’re and o’re,
Oh what blacke Characters are printed in him!

Car.  Nothing but certaine ruine threat your Neece,
Without prevention; well this plot was laid
In such disguise to sound him; they that know
How to meet dangers are the lesse afraid: 
Yet let me counsell you not to text downe
These wrongs in red lines.

Med.  No, I will not, father: 
Now that I have Anatomiz’d his thoughts
I’le read a lecture on ’em that shall save
Many mens lives, and to the kingdome Minister
Most wholesome Surgery:  here’s our Aphorisme,[213]—­
These letters from us in our Neeces name,
You know, treat of a marriage.

Car.  There’s the strong Anchor To stay all in this tempest.

Med.  Holy Sir, With these worke you the King and so prevaile That all these mischiefes Hull with Flagging saile.

Car.  My best in this I’le doe.

Med.  Souldier, thy brest I must locke better things in.

Bal.  Tis your chest with 3 good keyes to keep it from opening, an honest hart, a daring hand and a pocket which scornes money.

[Exeunt.

Actus Quintus.

SCAENA PRIMA.

Enter King, Cardinall with letters, [Valasco and Lopez.]

King.  Commend us to Medina, say his letters
Right pleasing are, and that (except himselfe)
Nothing could be more welcome:  counsell him
(To blot the opinion out of factious numbers)
Onely to have his ordinary traine
Waiting upon him; for, to quit all feares
Vpon his side of us, our very Court
Shall even but dimly shine with some few Dons,
Freely to prove our longings great to peace.